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man?”
    Rick just nodded, his eyes alight. He licked his lips and Darrell smiled.
    “Okay, just checking.” He returned his attention to Liz and pulled her face toward him and kissed her on the lips. It was gentle, but forceful. Liz seemed to respond to it at first, then glanced over at Rick and blushed. She pulled back.
    “I can’t believe I’m doing this! Rick, are you sure?”
    “I’m sure, honey. You look so hot there. I love the contrast of his black hands against your white body.”
    It apparently was the right thing to say because she allowed Darrell to pull her back to him and this time, she kissed him back. The man’s hand snaked up behind her head and grasped her hair and tugged, drawing a breath from her. He smiled. His free hand roamed over her body, touching her hips, her legs, but never her erogenous zones. Liz responded, her body g rowing languid and supple at his touch . Rick found himself nodding, enjoying seeing a master lover at work . He vowed he would mimic this behavior the next time they made love. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes riveted on the scene before him.
    For several minutes, all Darrell did was kiss her. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck – everywhere but where Liz seemingly wanted him to kiss. The dress she wore zipped up the back and Rick wondered how Darrell would manage it. He had no doubt it would be smooth.
    Darrell was in no hurry. Rick could see his wife getting more turned on and began moving her body around to allow his big hands to touch her breasts, but he thwarted her efforts. She became more frustrated and aroused.
    At last, when one of his hands cupped her left breast, Liz moaned aloud. Rick smiled and his cock grew hard er in his pants. He shifted position. He wanted to touch himself but he was too embarrassed. He wondered if they’d mind if he took some pictures, something he could look at later and beat off. It shamed him to think that he’d rather masturbate than fuck his wife and shook his head to dismiss the idea. Maybe later.
    Darrell had Liz’s face in his hands now, kissing her, biting her lower lip and making her hot. Rick realized they were no longer thinking of him at all, he was as important as a piece of furniture.
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    Liz couldn’t believe this was happening. She and Rick were supposed to talk about it – maybe for weeks – before they would do anything like this! And yet, here she was , kissing this stranger right in front of him! God, what must he be thinking? She felt like a b ad wife and yet, Darrell’s hand gripping her hair caused an instant reaction inside her , like an electric current connected to her pussy . When his hands roamed over her body but refused to touch the right spots , she wanted to scream. Damn him! She squirmed, torn between feeling guilty and wanting him to touch her where it mattered.
    His lips slipped down and he kissed her neck and upper chest and Liz’s grew hot. Rick’s presence mattered less now . Darrell’s lips returned and teased her own lips, pulling away to kiss her cheek and she found herself reaching out for them like a hungry bird. He grinned and suddenly, a hand grasped a breast , making her groan out loud. She glanced over at Rick, worried he might think she was slutty but he was sitting there, an eager smile on his face. Liz tried to ignore him.
    Darrell ’s hand returned to her hair and gripped it again as he moved down to kiss her upper chest, moving from the swell of one breast to another. Liz was so hot, she wanted to feel this man’s naked body against hers. She wond ered if he really had a big cock or was it just empty bragging. G od, she hoped so! Her hand stole down and casually brushed against his pants, as if by accident, and she was pleased to find a nice hard bulge there. Her mouth began to water.
    Darrell pulled her forward, crushing her against his broad chest and kissed her harder. She saw stars for a moment and felt a hand behind her, finding the zipper. She wanted to